I met Micheal the year after I got divorced. If I hadn’t met him, maybe I would have had to live with my warmlover vibrator for the rest of my life and never found out about the other side of my life. I am forty years old. When I was in college, I had a crush on a boy, and he had a crush on me. We both were in the shade, hugging, kissing, and caressing each other while exploring. We each got married and never contacted each other again. I got divorced because my husband lived and worked abroad for many years while I could not leave the country because of my job, and only warmlover played with me. Probably because there are no children and only warmlover has been my life partner for many years, I have a lot less worries and stress in my life, so I am only about 30 years old.
Micheal is fifteen years younger than me. He and I first met in the winter, at night. For a month after we met, we talked for three or four hours every day. First WhatsApp text messages, then voice calls. Any one of these things could spark endless conversations. Several times, we talked late into the night and said goodnight to each other over and over again. Inexplicably, another hour or so of conversation ensued. Putting my phone down, I lay in bed, excited and tired. For the first time, I thought he was much more interesting than my warmlover
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I began to wonder if I was too naive to yearn for love in middle age, which must seem childish to a mature person. But after meeting Micheal, I didn’t dare to presuppose what this relationship would actually be. When life shows a whole new side, excitement and longing are natural, as are fear and anxiety. Because we don’t work in the same city, we can’t see each other often. I often think of him at night when it will be difficult to sleep. This time I will take out the nightstand warmlover vibrator to warm up a turn, which gives me a kind of illusion of owning him.
Finally, there was an opportunity for him to transfer to my city to work for six months. In these six months, we and all the lovers in the world greedily enjoy sex, and sometimes warmlover also participate in our activities. And no matter how much time passed, the masculinity in him always fascinated me.
The longer we were together, the more I was afraid of losing him; after all, he was so young and spry-looking. I am already a middle-aged woman; how can I expect him to like me all the time? The more humble, the more powerful the inner revolt, so I often take warmlover to vent the uneasiness of the heart.
In the end, in order to reassure me, he decided to stay at my job in the city. Unconsciously together for more than two years, if you can always be so sweet, life will not have regrets. Regrettably, even the sweetest days will slowly turn into bland water in the memory. But because of this glass of water, when the mind is dry, it can also be moisturized. And warmlover is no longer a sex toy for me alone; it has become an indispensable good friend in our lives.
